Assassins Creed Imagines \ Preferences

What In The Hell?! (Reader X Assassins) (Modern)

So I've been reading some assassins creed imagines books, and have gotten some wondrous ideas! So without further ado, I present to you, TIME TRAVELING ASSASSINS!
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"Goddammit...." I cursed under my breath. Finally, I get some ALONE time... You thought as you walked out of a local bar.

You often didn't drink, but tonight, you had a perfect excuse. Your boyfriend had just dumped you for some side hoe. Her name is Krista.

What a slut... How could Eric just, leave me stranded in this cruel world?! How could he just, pack his things and reject the three years we spent together?! Am I not good enough?! Am I not pretty enough?!

Your job was also at the same pub you just exited, and you had just finished your four-hour shift working as the bartender. As you walked down the main street of your town, tears started to spill from your eyes as billions of questions fill your mind.

You couldn't afford a car, and was forced to walk everywhere. Although your occupation paid a good amount of cash, it couldn't help you. Just abandoned by your spouse, leaving you to pay the bills for your two story moderately sized house.

Hey, I've still got my friends..... When you talked about your friends, townsfolk thought you meant real people. But, you weren't. Your friends were your trusty assassins: Ezio Auditore, Arno Dorian, Haytham Kenway, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway, Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Aguilar De Nehra the list goes on. She played them all, every single one. She would challenge people to multiplayer, and win every time. She would spend countless hours holding that decaled PlayStation controller until her hands went numb.

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When you arrived at your house, you were weeping and in the middle of a nervous breakdown.

Fumbling with your key, you inserted it into the keyhole and swiftly closed the door, almost getting your fingers caught in the hinges. Jogging up the stairs, you passed by your ex's old room. Not being comfortable with the whole sleeping together thing took a toll on Eric. He felt rejected, and made him question if you did love him.

Memories flooded your being, different emotions piling onto you as every moment played on repeat in your mind. Wasting no time and not feeling sleepy, you instinctively grasped your TV remote control, pushing the PlayStation's power button in sync.

Hunting down your secret stash of assassins creed games was easy, as you always slipped them under your bed in case of emergency. In this instance, it was an urgent matter, so you grabbed every case you possibly could hold and flipped your light switch. You winced and held up the games you pulled out.

Hmmmmmm. Assassins Creed Syndicate or Assassins Creed Black Flag? It felt like ages when you decided upon Syndicate.

~~~First Person POV~~~

Gripping my (f\c) controller, you pressed the 'play' button, and let it work its magic. I hadn't yet finished the story mode of Syndicate yet, but it was getting really good!

The tears I was crying earlier before had long dried, leaving streams of sadness amongst my features.

Suddenly, the Assassin's symbol popped up on the screen, as the lights turned off. What the hell? I thought, and the screen also resorted to a blackish color, which often signified that either the console was broken or the power was out.

Dark never scared me, but this certainly did. Without thinking, I sprung onto my perfectly made bed from where I was sitting on my (color) carpeted floor.

My vision blurred as the TV automatically turned itself on again. Climbing under the covers, I held the comforter up to my nose, like the coward I was. Out of nowhere, I miraculously felt exhausted and passed out.

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"Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?" A mysterious voice asked. It sounded fairly American, but also sounded somewhat Native. The voice then lightly poked my nose, and I slowly opened my eyes.

I lay in my bed, completely dumbfounded by what scene is playing out in front of me.

Connor fucking Kenway is laying on top of me poking my face, Edward Kenway is going through my stacks of video games, Haytham Kenway is searching for God knows what, Aguilar De Nerha is dazing out my now open window, Evie and Jacob Frye are arguing about who's sitting in my beanbag chair, and I come to a realization that THERE ARE ASSASSINS IN MY ROOM!

I let out a shriek, only for it to be muffled by Aguilar's hand. Seconds later, he released me.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?! You're all supposed to be dead!!" I whisper-yelled. All attention turned to me, and now I was the outcast. No sounds were made, as it soon became an awkward silence. I angrily pinched the bridge of my nose and pondered how assassins managed to sneak their way into my house when I have the eyes of a hawk and the hearing of a wolf.

Connor climbed off of me and onto the floor, landing on his feet. Edward strutted slowly in front of my bed and placed his hand on the frame.

"Aye, lass, we don't got a bloody clue. Ye got some rum?" The Kenway asked, wandering off towards the doorway of my room.

A fire burned throughout my body, hot and wild enough to burn everything in this house to ash and embers. I was deadly when I lost control of the blaze inside of me and was set free to roam and plunder whatever it pleased. Hmmmm. Sounds kinda like Kenway over there. My gaze landed on Edward, who now was heading towards the kitchen.

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Okie dokie, that is not finished to dont be mad.... Also, 991 words! Jesus guys, that's a lot o words! Okie, as much as I love you guys, I also love sleep. Goodnight my angels!